Knowledge and techniques cultivated over time
I have always felt a strong attraction to such things
Whenever I sense them fading
I become overcome with anxiety and pain
As though a part of my body
Is being ripped away

To cherish tradition
Is to think of someone in the distant past
Someone who shaped me into who I am today

Day after day
In the words we speak, in the food we eat,
in the tableware we use
There are many faceless people
allowing me to be who I am
Within the vast flow, I too am merely a speck
The joy and sadness of this knowledge
inspire me to create

By cherishing tradition, we give birth to a new era
Thinking of someone in the faraway future
I am inspired to create something
that can only be made in this very moment

From Japan, brimming with tradition, to the world.